The Black-Clad Man, Thunderous Ten Directions

Cracks spread everywhere, turf flew like scraps, whirling chaotically. When that fierce, mighty "mou" syllable reached a point five zhang and six chi northwest of the pavilion, a crescent-shaped black aura swept forth, severing the unceasing tremors of the sound waves. At the same time, a black figure shot into the sky and landed abruptly.

Lei Youbai was overjoyed and was just about to strike and seize the man when a wary look from Dragon City stopped him. His heart stirred. The fierce thunder force he had gathered slowly dispersed, and he gazed gravely at the man.

The man wore a pure black short-sleeved shirt that left his arms bare. His muscles were twisted like steel wires, knotted together like a net.

The surface of his muscles was tattooed with lines of indecipherable secret script, seemingly some ancient text. They gave off a blood-red glow, bearing the meaning of ill omen, slaughter, and destruction. Even a glance from the corner of one's eye made the heart tremble with fear and unease.

His features could not be seen clearly, for his facial features were obscured by a head of loose, disheveled black hair. Only a pair of deep, sea-like pupils could vaguely be seen, brimming with aggression and destructiveness as they flickered with jet-black light.

Dragon City's gaze was profound as he carefully examined the man from head to toe, yet he could never discern his origins. Cupping his fist, he said,

"Brother, your martial arts are excellent. You used a secret technique to hide underground and approach the two of us without leaking the slightest trace of your aura. That is truly an impressive method.

"May I ask where you come from, and what relationship you have with Meng Zhao?"

Dragon City possessed extraordinary eyesight and broad knowledge, yet he